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A Highland Pass
(GLENCRIPISDALE)
Not to enjoy the mountain's crest aloneI climb this rugged Pass—nor only gain
The mighty circle of the azure main;
But every upward step to make my own:
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To pluck a flower and mark each coloured vein,
To sit upon a rock and note each stain,
Or view the clustered heather newly blown.
Up Life's steep path as thoughtfully I wend,
I hail the Heaven-sent joys which cheer the way
And blossom round my feet as I ascend:
Resting awhile I breathe a grateful lay,
And catch, before I reach my journey's end,
Full many a gleam of everlasting day.
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